My Best Friend’s MILF

She knows better.

Erik is twenty-three. He’s her best friend’s son. He’s been fixing things around her house all summer with those steady hands and that slow, deliberate smile — and Sophie has spent forty-one years learning exactly how to want something and not take it.

She was better at it before he started looking at her like that.

What starts as a garage door becomes something she can’t name and won’t stop. Every time she says once, she means it. Every time, she’s lying.